@Mattr I was nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Awesome!
Neo-nazis kicked down my front door when I was around 19-20.
The underage sister of a friend was being trafficked by them and managed to escape. They came looking. Lucky for us, they showed up expecting, at most, a couple emo kids, but we just happened have a few guys over that were training for mma that night, which means they got the ever-living-fuck beat out of them and never came looking again. One of the mma guys punched a tooth out of one of their heads, got it gold plated and keeps it on a necklace now lol
Went to an orgy and didn’t have sex with anyone, on purpose. I did, however, play naked baby oil handcuff twister. Which was hilarious and painful.
“Alien sighting”
Was watching a plane go along the night sky, blinking away as they do. Then it stopped moving but kept blinking for about 5 seconds. Then shot straight down to the horizon leaving a little trail of light behind like a comet or something.
Some star wars hyperspace bollocks or something
I’ve had 7 car-deer collisions.
Deer hate you and are trying to kill you.
When I was around 6-7 years old (I am now 68) I was given money to get something at the store by my parents. All I remember is I no longer had the money when I got home . I did not spend the money. Have no idea what happened. Was razzed about it for years. They said I spent it on candy.
6-7 years old
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Back in my day we had to make do with only shfifty five!
I got shot with an arrow but it hit my rib and bounced off. I’m sure my jacket also did some deflection too.
A friend thought he could land an arrow next to me to surprise me - Turns out he’s a bad shot.
“friend”
When I was 10, I went on a trip to Venezuela. At this restaurant in Caracas, I went into the bathroom. It was a single person bathroom. For some reason the door had slide locks on both sides. While I was in there, some kid locked the door from the outside (I could see through a narrow gap). It was a real door, not a stall door. I couldn’t unlock it. I started panicking a little and kicking the door. Eventually a waiter let me out.
I’m still confused about why that door could be locked on the outside.
I heard about a Chinese Tourist couple going to somewhete in Southeast Asia (I think I was like Cambodia or Thailand, can’t quite remember), and in a restaurant the woman went to the bathroom while the husband (or boyfriend? forgot the details) waited, then a long time came by and he went to check and she wasn’t there, and there was another door in the bathroom, like a door within the bathroom that leads to a backdoor out of the restaurant or something, basically, someone entered through the other door (which doesn’t go through the main restaurant) and just kidnapped her. Local law enforcement couldn’t find her, and their embassy couldn’t do much.
She was found at a circus in I think the same country like 2 or 3 year later, very close to the restaurant they were at, and she no longer recognizes her husband, or any relatives for that matter, like she got brainwashed / memory lost or something.
That story was creepy as hell, no idea if it was true or some heresay shit. But I’m not surprised, tourists get kidnapped all the time.
Edit: Also, because of this story, my mom got afraid of certain bathrooms lol. Like we went to some national/state park in the US, and there are public bathrooms, and my mom (she told me the aforementioned story btw) saw some other door inside the bathroom (I think its for maintaince workers where they store cleaning tools something) and she got scared and was deciding if we should go somewhere else for bathroom, but ultimate decided to just use the bathroom and left the door unlocked while my dad waited outside. Nothing happened. But while we were leaving, some dude walked by and she got scared lol.
That sounds like a racist story made up to stoke fear.
I got harassed by men by the gay bar outside my apartment multiple times in my early twenties, back when I was a guy. They were all pretty minor overall, but it definitely freaked me out at the time. I lived in an apartment complex above a gay bar in downtown. It was a shitty, cheap place where there was no washer or dryer in unit and no fan in the bathroom. Mold was a constant problem.
One time, I was informed I “swish so hard I bring three people with me”, a quote that’s stuck with me forever, and then a dude stood close by while another guy stroked my face. I had my dog with me so I didn’t know what else to do and basically just ran.
Another time I was leaving the pizza shop also in this building complex, and a couple drunk guys out there struck up a conversation that quickly became my chest and crotch getting groped. Honestly less creepy than the face stroking, ngl.
I uh, transitioned since all of that happened though. And some random chick like me saying some drunk guys at the gay bar really wanted to grope me doesn’t really carry much weight at this point.
Somehow I don’t imagine gay men being the bullies/rapists that I know straight men can be. Good reminder they come in all shapes and sizes. Are these kind of encounters any less common now, post-transition?
back when I was a guy.
So, now you are girl? But you weren’t before?
Yeah, pretty much. I know different trans people think about themselves pre-transition differently, but that’s how I see it for myself
Let’s ask this a different way, you were a biological male, are you still a biological male?
I just don’t really care tbh. I know my chromosomes haven’t changed, I’m fully sterile, and at this point the nature of my biology only really effects my doctors. I’m under no delusion that I can one day give birth or anything, if that’s what you’re driving at?
So, Im sorry, for my own understanding, are you sterilized from drug treatment?
the nature of my biology only really effects my doctors.
Come on now… I know that cant be true. Friend, be true to yourself. This world can be truly backwards, dont Listening to the judgemental voices that say you need to be something different. I promise you, be your tru r self and you will be happy. Dont listen to the voices that say you are wrong a nd need to change!.. focus… get centered. Love
Oh no, I’ve had surgery. I don’t have a penis or testicles any more.
And thank you, but don’t worry. I’m pretty secure in my identity at this point. I’m much happier in my skin than I ever was before. I just meant like, I’m running on estrogen now, I have a body I can feel comfortable in, and so I don’t know that it really matters in a practical sense what chromosomes I have or whether I’m “technically male” or something.
Its wild stuff. Thank you for indulging me. I hope i could ask a couple more questions? Like, how long ago now did you get bottom surgery (I just started learning terms like that). And, not trying to dox you, but what decade of your life did you get it done? Like over 20? Under 20? Over 30, or 40? Just in general not specific. Im glad your comfortable and doing ok. Ive watched some videos of people “detransitioning” the last couple days and I feel very sorry for some of these folks, and I was watching one person yesterday that had had bottom surgery, but then later realized its not something they should have done. So yours sounded like a similar situation at least, except the regret part. Anyway, thanks again friend.
